Chapter 402: I Will Bear the Blame for the Slaughter

Red Soil Continent, Holy City in the Sky.

After receiving word that Lafitte's undercover operation had succeeded, Saint Saint Saiwen began to consider: whether to relocate Vegapunk's laboratory here.

Unlike the artificial Devil Fruit experiments conducted by Caesar and Gatz, Vegapunk's Peacekeeper Project had already reached mass-production capability.

And the prototype for this one was none other than Blackbeard.

Though its appearance was ugly, its power was terrifying—even stronger than the Peacekeepers in Saint Saint Saiwen's memory, which were modeled after Big Mom.

Once mass-deployed, the force at Saint Saint Saiwen's disposal would become even more formidable.

We must also thank Satan Saint and the World Government for their years of effort, without which the Peacekeepers could not have been mass-produced.

They've essentially done the work for Saint Saint Saiwen.

And such a weapons factory is extremely important.

Stationing a Marine Admiral here permanently would be a tremendous waste of talent; better to place it on the Red Soil Continent and free up Yellow Peril.

To do something more meaningful.

Once everything stabilizes, internal reorganization will be necessary—in both the Marines and the Revolutionary Army.

Saint Saint Saiwen isn't afraid of betrayal, but if he, as the founding monarch, doesn't do these things, future successors will find it far harder to enact change.

Moreover, Saint Saint Saiwen doesn't wish for his future retirement to be disturbed by trivial matters; better to do what must be done to perfection now.

We can't keep burdening our future self with every task—sending Im to the future has already added trouble for him.

At that moment, Yuzhi Xiliu knocked on the door.

"Captain, the Loan Shark King Dufield, the Warehousing King Gibern, and the Funeral King Packlo have all been captured."

"Well done." Saint Saint Saiwen nodded.

"Keep monitoring the Four Seas. By the way, have you found Saint Elaine?"

Coincidentally, when Saint Saint Saiwen attacked Mary Geoise, Saint Elaine had just left Vegapunk's laboratory and was returning to Mary Geoise with his family guards.

Then he vanished.

It's not that Saint Saint Saiwen hesitated to eliminate Saint Elaine—he's the one who ate the Paramecia-type Ship-Ship Fruit; if properly developed, he'll be useful for future space travel.

"Still searching. Should we reinforce the search?"

"No need." Saint Saint Saiwen smiled. "Saint Elaine was born into wealth—he's never known hardship. He'll surface eventually."

"Maintaining stability is the Top Priority. You've worked hard these past days; once everything settles, we'll have it easy."

"Kill every slave trader, every pirate who took advantage of the chaos."

"I've got everything covered."

Hearing this, Yuzhi Xiliu's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile: "As you wish, Captain."

"Go attend to it."

In times of chaos, harsh laws must be applied; for deep-rooted illness, potent medicine is required.

The Pirate World has long been terminally ill, its decay deeply entrenched—it cannot be permanently cured by merely overthrowing the World Government.

Eight hundred years of slavery, class privilege, and tyrannical plundering have seeped into every inch of the Four Seas, weaving a suffocating net of evil.

The old order left behind not just a collapsed government, but countless twisted minds, hardened interests, hidden ambitions, and cowardly opportunism.

Saint Saint Saiwen once considered gentler methods, but reality proved: they were useless.

To be merciful to evildoers is to be cruel to the good.

To compromise with the old powers only invites further encroachment; to turn a blind eye to hidden rules allows darkness to return.

If we do not now wield thunderous measures and establish iron laws, this sea will never know true dawn.

It's just a matter of killing more people.

And the world has no shortage of people.

Not long after, Saint Saint Saiwen went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to meet with Master Tenghu, Big Mom, Admiral Sakazuki, Dragon, and others.

The meeting's content was broadcast in real time via Den Den Mushi to Marine Headquarters, all branches, and Revolutionary Army outposts.

Whitebeard, Golden Lion, Kaido, and others initially agreed to attend, but after just one day, they all declared: "We'll follow your lead."

Saint Saint Saiwen didn't insist they stay—they were all allies, and he would never let them down.

"Captain," Master Tenghu spoke first.

"Impel Down and Enies Lobby have both expressed willingness to submit, but the Enies Lobby Chief Justice and CP hope to be pardoned for their past crimes; otherwise…"

Saint Saint Saiwen laughed bitterly with rage, turning to his personal secretaries, the twin sisters Xia Ni and Xia Lu.

"Send Captain Newgate and Captain Shi Ji to Enies Lobby. Take the entire Enies Lobby and CP back to Wano to mine ore. Notify the Wano Judicial Department to send personnel to take charge."

"Yes."

Fuck, don't you know who's the big king? Still trying to bargain with me?

Do you think you're Old Man Im?

With that, Saint Saint Saiwen raised his gaze, sweeping over the faces of those present—some Serious, some weary.

"Gentlemen, let me reiterate once more."

"What we're doing is an unprecedented grand undertaking—not merely overthrowing the World Government, but liberating every slave and building a world where everyone has enough to eat."

"Anyone who tries to obstruct us—kill."

"There is no room for compromise here. If we don't carry justice through to the end now, what's the difference between us and the World Government?"

"The revolution is not yet complete—we must still strive."

"Rest assured, troops' pay, rations, equipment, logistics—all supplies will be delivered immediately, not a single coin withheld, no one's merit or sacrifice overlooked."

"I hope you will all uphold justice."

"All the blame for the killings—I will bear alone."

"Stabilize the Four Seas as soon as possible. No problems whatsoever at the World Conference three months from now."

"Yes."

Saint Saint Saiwen's unwavering commitment to justice was transmitted via the Den Den Mushi to the front lines at once, causing both the Marines and the Revolutionary Army to charge forward like they'd been injected with stimulants, howling as they advanced.

Leading the charge was Akainu, who had previously been on terrible terms with Saint Saint Saiwen.

Saint Saint Saiwen's absolute justice, which he vowed to uphold, aligned perfectly at this moment with Akainu's lifelong creed of absolute justice.

With Saint Saint Saint Saiwen's guarantee, the frontline soldiers now had no further worries and no longer feared retaliation from the old aristocracy.

The Marines and Revolutionary Army, unleashing full firepower, delivered a comprehensive dimensional strike against the Four Seas.

At this moment, the old regime's privileged elites finally understood: Saint Saint Saint Saiwen was serious, not speaking lightly.

But what could they do?

They could only release all slaves, submit quietly to Marine custody, try those with minor crimes on the spot, and send those guilty of heinous crimes to Enies Lobby for trial.

Everything was moving toward a better, brighter future.

In fact, even without Saint Saint Saiwen, if the Marines and Revolutionary Army could muster the resolve and unite as one, they were more than capable of toppling the World Government.

Saint Saint Saiwen was merely the one who took the lead.

East Blue, Conomi Islands.

Cocosia Village pier.

A burly figure stood before a cart selling fish dumplings, shouting to the bustling crowd at the pier.

"Three-color dumplings, delicious three-color dumplings!"

Seeing no one buying, the big man muttered, "Could my dumplings really be that bad? When Bai Mao sold them, it wasn't like this at all."

"Big Head! Big Head!"

Several hurried figures sprinted over; the lead one, a skinny monkey, arrived at the dumpling cart gasping for breath.

"Bai Mao… Bai Mao…"

"Became… King of the World."

"What?!" Big Head grabbed the newspaper, stared at the front page — there, front and center, was the victory tally from the Victory Morning Star Group, and Saint Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen, King of the World.

"Shit, we beat up little…"